Juliet Tower

——No one at home, too lazy to run around with Joe.Why haven't you slept yet, and have insomnia again?

An Jiayu asked.

--Um.Why didn't you sleep?

Qiao Yumian didn't mention the fried chicken of the instigator.

——I just made a video with my mother. Recently, there are many holidays abroad, and there are many concerts arranged. It’s only ten o’clock at her side, and the performance has just ended.

Qiao Yumian closed her eyes, and a map of the world that she hadn't seen for a long time automatically appeared in her mind. The East District, which had a time difference of six or seven hours, automatically lit up, Sweden, Norway, Italy, Germany, Poland and Spain, thousands of cities in dozens of countries.

—Prague?

--……how do you know! ! ! ! !Are you my mother's fan...

An Jiayu hit half of the screen with an exclamation mark.

Really not, the place was just guessed by him, because they played Dvořák No. [-] in the concert, and the creator's hometown is Prague, which happened to be located in the East District [-].

Due to her own reasons, Qiao Yumian puts herself in the shoes of others, and tries not to inquire into other people's families unless the other party takes the initiative to ask.So he didn't know who An Jiayu's mother was.But according to what the other party said, this mother is definitely not an unknown person.

After getting acquainted with An Jiayu, he also searched for this outstanding peer. He vaguely remembered that An Jiayu was mentioned in an interview about him. An Jiayu came from a musical family. His father was a university music teacher, and his mother seemed to be...a cellist. ?

Qiao Yumian quickly switched pages and searched for keywords.

He guessed that it would not be difficult to find. Gender, nationality, and date of birth were roughly screened out, and there should be very few left.

Unexpectedly, it was actually simpler than he imagined. He almost locked on the simple and conspicuous Chinese name: An Zhen.

Is An Jiayu actually named after her mother?

Sure enough, dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix...

——It's a fan, Teacher An's old fan for more than ten years.I got close to you and pestered you with a purpose, so that one day I could see the true face of my idol.

He rarely cracked a joke.

The opposite is almost a second back

——...This sentence is false, did you just find out who my mother is...

Qiao Yumian glanced at the sentence he just sent, but couldn't see any clues. Could it be that "a fan of more than ten years" talked too much?

--real.

——It is true that there are ghosts.When did you pester me?

...these words overflowed with a hint of sadness inexplicably.

Qiao Yumian stared blankly at the screen while holding the phone, and countless fragments flashed back in his mind in an instant. When each piece was focused, it emitted a hazy light in the dark river of memory.

From a few months ago, the two got acquainted by mistake, to the "life-saving grace" on the rooftop, and then joined the band at An Jiayu's request, rehearsed together, and now take care of a chinchilla named Joe together... All the way, it seems that the person has been generously stretching out his hand, or pulling or pushing, dragging him forward, to a warm and bright place.The sense of guilt, powerlessness, and suffocation brought about by mediocrity that haunted him like breathing in the past has not appeared for a long time.

Now the dormitory that had nothing to do with him has been replaced with a large bean bag, and he can sleep in it with his whole body, and his ankles will no longer be hurt by the hard floor.There is a special water glass for him on the table, bananas, milk, apples and tiger skin cakes are always stuffed in the refrigerator, and his hand towels are hung in the bathroom.

All this seemed logical, he didn't even realize that he had become so close to An Jiayu.

Played his flute, wore his pajamas, slept with him all night.

He never expected to have any tangible connection with these peers in a different class from himself in such a school. They are sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen years old, and they are already preparing to grow up and be independent.

Qiao Yumian has no illusions about this class-solidified society. Looking at her mother, she knows that even if they are in the middle class, even if they try their best, they will never be able to see other people's necks in their entire lives.He was fortunate to have come into contact with these outstanding people when his human nature was still pure. Among the kind-hearted people, there may be future scientists, artists, business tycoons, and financial giants. Qiao Yumian himself is a model of ordinary people. Have a relatively stable life without waves, without being noticed, without any shocking achievements.

He thanked Li Huijun for letting him stand on a high place for a short time, to see a world that does not belong to him, to let him understand these people who were lucky to be born in elite families, and to let him get rid of prejudice and recognize his destiny.

He also resented Li Huijun for making him realize too early that seemingly similar people are actually like the Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean, because of the difference in density, even if they meet face to face, they cannot blend together.

But what happened to An Jiayu... Qiao Yumian felt that he had no value worthy of deep friendship and love, but An Jiayu was enthusiastic, tolerant and patient towards him.

His heart suddenly jumped, and he finally realized the strangeness of tonight. Why did that person lie to him and take the subway with him when he was clearly going back to the dormitory?

Occasionally, he would catch a moment of disappointment on An Jiayu's face, such as when the rehearsal was over, such as when he stepped out of the subway car and looked back.An Jiayu was pursing her lips and looking down at the sunflower in her arms.

--Fell asleep?Good night, see you at school.

An Jiayu said.

On the first day of the New Year's holiday, Qiao Yumian got up at 05:30 as usual, went to the living room to have breakfast, and then went back to the room to pack his schoolbags, but he didn't change his school uniform today, only pinned the school badge on the hoodie.

"You want to go out? Where are you going?" Li Huijun came out of the kitchen wearing rubber gloves and stopped in front of him.

"Go to school. Make an appointment with your classmates to study together. The classroom is more atmospheric." He deliberately slowed down his breathing, and tried his best to calmly deal with the eyes that were interrogating him anytime and anywhere, so as not to feel guilty and not to be easily seen through.

"Really, who is it? Is there anyone in school today?"

"The final exam is coming soon. Some students don't come back on weekends and holidays, and stay in school to study." He found that he could lie without blushing.

"Why is your schoolbag so shrunken? What are you carrying?" Li Huijun turned his probing eyes behind him.

Qiao Yumian collapsed the shoulders carrying the bag, the straps slid down his arms, and unzipped the zipper. He opened an exercise book, which contained a set of blank math simulation test papers, a standard composition paper with only the title written on it, and a Zhang chemistry test paper: "I'm going to finish these today."

Li Huijun glanced at his empty schoolbag again, confirmed that there was nothing else, and seemed to believe him: "What are you having for lunch? The cafeteria is closed today, right?"

"The small supermarket is open, and there are light meals to eat. I can just buy two meat buns."

"Then wait for 10 minutes and bring a box of fruit." Li Huijun took off the rubber gloves and went back to the kitchen.

"...No need, Mom...I..." The sense of guilt that had finally flowed away began to return, although he was really just studying, of course, on the other hand, he couldn't bear to let the lively An Jiayu live alone holiday.He has nothing, but he can't be indifferent to the good things others give him, so he can repay as much as possible.

"Eat it before noon, kiwi fruit can't be kept for too long. Don't come back too late, I must answer your call..." Li Huijun dried the outside of the plastic lunch box, wrapped it in a plastic bag, and walked behind him to pack it for him. Go to the bottom of the schoolbag, "Don't always drink at school, drink some hot water."

"it is good."

It seems that people in the whole city have taken advantage of the three-day New Year holiday to go out. The roads are empty, and the bus driver is carrying a few passengers to a drag race. In an ordinary corner, Qiao Yumian slid to the side of the seat, and there was a bang Hit the car wall.

The campus was even more deserted, even the janitors were on vacation, but Mr. Liu, the housekeeper of the boys' dormitory, was still there.

"Hey, why is Xiao Qiao here!" She smiled, holding a one-gallon-sized flowerpot and filling it with soil. Qiao Yumian noticed that the few lush "dragonflies" were all shaved, including the flowerpot that was changing the soil. The plants have also been pruned off half of their branches, which is as desolate as this campus that lacks laughter.

"Ms. Liu, Happy New Year." Qiao Yumian stopped. The housekeeper looked about the same age as their parents, and his accent was also from a local. For some reason, he didn't take a vacation.

"Hey, Happy New Year." Seeing Qiao Yumian's confusion, "Pruning in winter, supplementing nutrition, after overwintering, it can skyrocket again." She pointed to an inconspicuous seedling beside her, "This is what An Jiayu took before. The tree that came down, replaced him with new soil and added fertilizer, as long as it is well ventilated and exposed to the sun, tomorrow... this spring will definitely bloom..." She suddenly sighed in the cold morning wind, "Time flies so fast Ah... another year has passed..."

The mood suddenly plummeted, and the middle-aged woman's silver-white hair was particularly conspicuous.Although Qiao Yumian didn't know the reason, she still squatted down next to her: "Can I take this pot up? Let's try not to make it sick." He pointed to the plant that came back to life.

"Little Joe?"

Qiao Yumian turned around holding the flower pot.

An Jiayu happened to be carrying the violin case downstairs, seeing him was full of surprises without concealing it, and immediately rushed to him: "You, why are you here?!?"

The author says:

Right color, just to learn.